With the new day came a new life. Walking around unescorted amongst the villagers was like a new reality. As other villagers began to awaken and mill about, I found myself welcomed in public spaces. A couple of Lesbians that I had never met before offered to share their fire and the breaking of their fast. I found myself feeling like part of the tribe, but it was all so sudden. As I drank the porridge I thought upon the events of the previous night; my uncles last words, the ceremony and the intervention of the Neriedes, and the old grandmother and her young granddaughter.
I was stirred from my revelry by the feeling of someone standing behind me. I turned to see Phoebe standing and looking down. After a moment of looking at each other, and her looking at my now empty bowl of porridge, she motioned for me to follow her.
At the edge of the village there was a small gathering of possibly a hunting party. There were half a dozen Amazons and and two or three Lesbians . Along with Phoebe and myself, a couple of others were just arriving. The women were armed with doru primarily, but one of the women carried a net. The Lesbians carried curious curved staffs strung with some kind of thin material. Once assembled, our party of hunters headed into the forest along a well worn trail. Initially, I was very curious about the net, since I was a pretty accomplished net maker myself. The net that the hunters carried had a larger pattern and stouter chords of a substance I couldnt quite make out. As we travelled, Phoebe, who was now almost friendly with me, explained to me the nature of the net construction, and promised I would be able to get a closer look at it later.
Of course I was also curious about the curved staffs that the Lesbians were carrying. Phoebe referred to these using a word Toxo, which I took to mean something like bow. The wood of the toxo was naturally slightly bent, but the string that connected one end to the other was attached while pressure was applied to the wood, such that it remained in a state of highly bowed stress. The string, I came to understand, was under tremendous tension as a consequence, such that when it was plucked it made a buzzing sound. Was this some kind of instrument, I wondered. Phoebe smiled at this, and one or two of the Lesbians giggled.
As the forest grew darker and closer, and the trail narrower and narrower Phoebe explained: The doru is a weapon we reserve for our strongest and most skilled warriors. The toxo is for our disciples. To kill with the doru, one must get close to ones enemy, sometimes face to face. Whereas with the toxo, one can kill from afar. By training with the toxo, one learns how to stalk ones prey, how to move with stealth, how to move as a unit, and how to kill, but with less danger to themselves. For this reason, we train all of our young Amazon hunters and warriors in the way of the toxo first, and then the doru.
Looking at the toxo I could not imagine how it could kill from afar. It doesnt seem like you could throw the toxo any further than a doru, and I dont understand how it would be any more lethal than a rock or a stick. This drew derisive laughter from some of the hunters ahead and behind us.
Be quiet Aaronius, and the mystery will be soon revealed. You may be blessed by Poseidon and his Neiredes, but you clearly are not familiar with Apollo and Artemis. As Phoebe said this, the lead huntress stopped and gestured for silence.
Apollo and Artemis? How many gods do these women have? I thought to myself as we continued; slowly now, and quietly. The trail was no more, just a path of slightly thinner vegetation, and we found ourselves stooping and even crawling now in order to advance in the think brush. The stopping and starting continued as some of the huntresses listened intently for sounds around us. Eventually we reached the bottom of a small hill and waited as two women very quietly advanced to its summit. A signal was sent down that indicated we were to fan out and advance as quietly as possible to the lip of the hill. Crawling on our bellies we eventually made it, and when we peaked over the edge we saw a thinner sunnier clearing on the far side.
We are entering the realm of Katros Phoebe informed me in a whisper. From now on, do not speak or make a sound when you move. Stay towards the back with me and the netminder, and silently observe how the amazon hunt.
The far side of the hill was really the beginning of a shallow ravine. I began to realize that the forest on either side of us had steadily risen on either side and that we might be at the beginning of a long narrow canyon. The lighter tree cover around the ravine seemed to be due to erosion, which was quite severe, as if it flooded every time it rained. Phoebe, the netminder and myself remained behind, while the rest of the hunters split up on either side of the ravine. Each unit had one Lesbian carrying a toxo, and three or four Amazons wielding the doru. As they travelled down either side of the ravine the Lesbians moved to high positions that overlooked the crevasse, while the Amazons spread out closer to the lip where the ground fell away steeply. They all seemed to be watching for some animal, crouching, waiting expectantly.
From pretty far away, almost at the limit of my view, there was a faint rustling among the small brush in the floor of the ravine. This was clearly what the hunters had been waiting for because they all signaled to each other and seemed excited. I noticed both lesbians had reached for a small stick that they had been carrying in satchels on their backs, and both seemed intent on doing something with them. What can they be up to? I thought, playing with sticks at a time like this.
Two of the Amazons had worked their way all the way beyond the source of the rustling. As if on cue, they both rushed down the lip of the ravine. Out of the low brush I caught a flash of something pretty big and black and hairy, but could not tell what it was. The Amazons were anything but quiet now as they raced toward the animal; both tossing their doru but both seemingly missing. The animal was clearly coming up the ravine quickly, but it was hard to see through all the brush. As the chase came closer more of the Amazon jumped over the lip, but always after the animal had passed. They gave chase and attempted to stab the animal if close, or threw their doru as it got away. One of them cheered as if she scored a hit, but the animal was clearly still on the move. Around this time I realized that the animal was coming straight towards us. All of the huntresses were in the ravine chasing after it, hooting and screaming and driving it right at us. I looked at Phoebe and the other Amazon with the net and they both had devilish grins on their faces. Here the netminder said. Take my doru, but stand behind us. Do not act unless you are instructed to do so.
At the edge of the ravine where the vegetation stopped abruptly the two Lesbians remained crouched with their toxo in hand and a stick in the other. Suddenly the query burst free of the brush and there, perhaps 100 feet away, was a black beast with beady eyes, short black bristly hair, and a pair of tusks that looked very menacing indeed, especially coming straight towards us at full speed. The Amazons behind were cheering, and now Phoebe and the netminder were up and poised for the conclusion. To my surprise I saw one and then a second projectile hit the beast. It was the sticks that the lesbians had been holding, and they were sticking out of the body of the beast. These sharp sticks clearly wounded the beast as he momentarily stumbled, but he seemed more angry and determined than ever to reach us. I watched one of the lesbians take another stick, attach it to her toxo, and fling it with tremendous speed towards the beast. Her second shot was as true as the first and she was preparing to take a third. How could she throw the stick so quickly with so little movement of her body? I wondered. The thought evaporated quickly as I realized I was seconds away from meeting the beast myself.
The prey finally made it to our end of the ravine, and he must have thought he was free, as he seemed triumphant. However, he was also clearly injured. I could see three of the small spears sticking out of him and causing small bleeding, as well as a fourth wound to his hindquarter, probably a glancing blow from a doru. Rather than confront us however, the animal turned to his right and must have hoped to enter the thicker vegetation up the hill. But before he could do so, the net flew through the air, ensnaring him in a fit of impotent rage. Now Phoebe was shrieking approaching the animal with her doru drawn. The other amazons were approaching from the lip of the ravine. Now it was a mess of squeals and screams and dirt and bodies as the amazons probed at the beast with their doru. The huntresses seemed to be too patient with their thrusts, wanting to make the perfect strike. After three or four such strikes Phoebe drove here doru into the animals neck, directly in front of the shoulder. This was the end of the squealing, and now the only movement was that of the hunters, sounding triumphant over their kill.
We give thanks to goddess Selenea for the bounty of this katros. We give thanks to goddess Artemis for the divine conclusion of this hunt. As I finally got a long close look at the beast I realized it was some kind of enormous piglike creature. We had small and hairless pigs on our island, but nothing like this great tusked beast. So this was katros.
The net was disentangled from the beast. He was sprawled out and cut down the middle, from his chin to his scrotum so that his belly could be opened. The snakelike expanses of his lower belly were cut out and placed in one sack, and most of the organs of his upper body were placed in another. The heart was held by phoebe, and raised in the air. Noble katros, let your fierceness become our fierceness, let your wit become our wit, and your strength our strength. With this Phoebe bit into the heart, rending some of the flesh free as she pulled back her now bloody face. Each of the others took a bite in turn, and lastly the heart was offered to me. Finish it Phoebe commanded, and you will have begun your training as an Amazon hunter. With the women looking on, I bit into the heart, tearing off half of what remained of the enormous organ. It was warm and wet and sticky and smelled strongly of metal, but I didnt mind the taste too much. Chewing the stringy muscle was more of a challenge, but I managed to swallow without serious incident. With that, Phoebe took the last of the heart and held it up one last time before finishing it off.
There were smiles and affirmations all around as the huntresses lashed three doru together using some chord. The gutless carcass was laid over the net once again, which was then itself attached to the three doru by a series of clever knots. Lastly, the two bags of guts were attached to the doru on either side of the animal, and the hunting party at last seemed ready to move. Now it is your time to shine Aaronius Phoebe said with a sly look on her face. She gestured toward the spliced dorus with the prize attached and I knew exactly what was expected of me.
The amazement and thrill and joy of the hunt were a thing of the past within the first 15 minutes of our return to camp. The katros must have weighed twice what the women did, and considerably more than me as well. If we could have walked, the weight of the load could be born by our shoulders, but for the first hour the brush was too thick to walk. We had to drag the animal along the path that we took in, and the first 15 minutes we did not even lose site of the hill where we had made the kill. Eventually however we reached the part of the trail where we could finally stand up. Some of the hunters cut at the lower brush to ease our way, and we were able to move faster and faster. The two Lesbians held the front of the spliced doru, and I held up the back. In turns, the Amazon hunters would relieve the Lesbians, but I insisted that I did not need relief. I simply switched the load from shoulder to shoulder and carried on in a show of manly strength. My goal was to impress the women, but I almost cried out when I saw sunlight up ahead and the clearing that would open onto the beach and the village.
At the village we received a heros welcome. I finally allowed my burden to be relieved and followed the other hunters to the river to wash. The cool water was truly a gift from the gods and we all splashed about happily for some time before we were finished. When we returned to the village, other members were furiously active; skinning and de-hoofing the carcass, working with the various organs, and carrying the entrails toward the lagoon. It appeared that there would be a great feast today to mark the first day of my new life as a member of the tribe.